The Hangman

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I debated whether to title this “The Hangman” or “The Flood”.  I reference both below.  The ball is in your, and my, court.  What happens going forward in our nation is up to each of us, not some “them”.  But we have to put into action our concerns wherever we are in this huge and diverse country of ours.

Other recent posts: update of thoughts on Annunciation shooting (scroll down to August 27); a Family History post specifically towards those with French-Canadian ancestry in the midwest.  And a new post, Deceased, you may also find of interest.

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THE HANGMAN

“Summer” as it seems to be defined in this area essentially begins on Memorial Day weekend, and ends on Labor Day.  By my count, this was 161 days during which vacations were taken, and change of pace in life.  Labor Day, September 1, was 223 days from the inauguration of the 47th President.  I have kept the front section of every Minnesota Star Tribune since then, neatly stored in a box to be dealt with by someone when I’m no longer around.  They’re just a reminder of those 223 days.

I have followed the news before and during those 223 days, and I will continue to follow it as before, but likely spend less time passing along information.  By now, everyone who cares knows the issues and has to decide not only where they stand, but what they commit to personally doing something – anything – to make a positive difference.

Basically, I’d like to summarize past, present and future with part of an e-mail I wrote on August 24 to three friends, which was followed by a response from one of three from a relative of hers who teaches in a former soviet bloc country.  Basically I think the point and the response are where I stand as the season of Fall rapidly approaches.  Don’t get caught in the deluge.

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Portion of e-mail from Dick, August 24, 2025: This morning I compared the current situation to the Guadalupe River flood some weeks ago.  You know there’s stormy weather but you ignore it for whatever reasons you have.  All of a sudden its out of control and people start to die, but you’re on higher ground, till you find out that some cousin died in the flood, or the daughter of a good friend….   All of a sudden it becomes very real.  But then it’s too late.

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from a friend: Oh, so well put, Dick.  My cousin in [Central Europe] sent me this:

By Maurice Ogden 
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Into our town the Hangman came
Smelling of gold and blood and flame—
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air
And built his frame on the courthouse square.
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The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
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And we wondered, whenever we had the time,
Who the criminal, what the crime,
The Hangman judged with the yellow twist
Of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
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And innocent though we were, with dread
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead;
Till one cried: “Hangman, who is he
For whom you raise the gallows-tree?”
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Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye,
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
“He who serves me best,” said he,
“Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”
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And he stepped down, and laid his hand
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another’s grief
At the Hangman’s hand was our relief.
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And the gallows-frame on the courthouse lawn
By tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his hangman’s cloak.
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The next day’s sun looked mildly down
On roof and street in our quiet town
And, stark and black in the morning air,
The gallows-tree on the courthouse square.
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And the Hangman stood at his usual stand
With the yellow hemp in his busy hand;
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike
And his air so knowing and businesslike.
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And we cried: “Hangman, have you not done,
Yesterday, with the alien one?”
Then we fell silent, and stood amazed:
“Oh, not for him was the gallows raised . . .”
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He laughed a laugh as he looked at us:
“ . . . Did you think I’d gone to all this fuss
To hang one man? That’s a thing I do
To stretch the rope when the rope is new.”
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Then one cried “Murderer!” One cried “Shame!”
And into our midst the Hangman came
To that man’s place. “Do you hold,” said he,
With him that’s meant for the gallows-tree?”
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And he laid his hand on that one’s arm,
And we shrank back in quick alarm,
And we gave him way, and no one spoke
Out of fear of his hangman’s cloak.
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That night we saw with dread surprise
The Hangman’s scaffold had grown in size.
Fed by the blood beneath the chute
The gallows-tree had taken root.
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Now as wide, or a little more,
Than the steps that led to the courthouse door,
As tall as the writing, or nearly as tall,
Halfway up on the courthouse wall.
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The third he took—and we had all heard tell—
Was a usurer and infidel. And:
“What,” said the Hangman, “have you to do
With the gallows-bound, and he a Jew?”
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And we cried out: “Is this one he
Who has served you well and faithfully?”
The Hangman smiled: “It’s a clever scheme
To try the strength of the gallows-beam.” …
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The fifth. The sixth. And we cried again:
“Hangman, Hangman, is this the man?”
“It’s a trick,” he said, “that we hangmen know
For easing the trap when the trap springs slow.”
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And so we ceased and asked no more,
As the Hangman tallied his bloody score;
And sun by sun, and night by night,
The gallows grew to monstrous height.
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The wings of the scaffold opened wide
Till they covered the square from side to side;
And the monster cross-beam, looking down,
Cast its shadow across the town.
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Then through the town the Hangman came
And called in the empty streets my name,
And I looked at the gallows soaring tall
And thought: “There is no one left at all
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For hanging, and so he calls to me
To help him pull down the gallows-tree.”
And I went out with right good hope
To the Hangman’s tree and the Hangman’s rope.
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He smiled at me as I came down
To the courthouse square through the silent town,
And supple and stretched in his busy hand
Was the yellow twist of the hempen strand.
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And he whistled his tune as he tried the trap
And it sprang down with a ready snap—
And then with a smile of awful command
He laid his hand upon my hand.
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“You tricked me, Hangman!” I shouted then,
“That your scaffold was built for other men . . .
And I no henchman of yours,” I cried.
“You lied to me, Hangman, foully lied!”
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Then a twinkle grew in the buckshot eye:
“Lied to you? Tricked you?” he said, “Not I.
For I answered straight and I told you true:
The scaffold was raised for none but you.”
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“For who has served me more faithfully
Than you with your coward’s hope?” said he,
“And where are the others that might have stood
Side by your side in the common good?”
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“Dead,” I whispered: and amiably,
“Murdered,” the Hangman corrected me;
“First the alien, then the Jew . . .
I did no more than you let me do.”
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Beneath the beam that blocked the sky,
None had stood so alone as I—
And the Hangman strapped me, and no voice there
Cried “Stay!” for me in the empty square.

POSTNOTE September 8, 2025:  For some reason, the old standard of Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes is running through my head: “If you don’t know me by now“.  If we don’t know the issues that face us now in the United States, we will never….  When will we wake up and get into action as individuals – the only real solution ia each and every one of us.

The deluge continues: There is lots of credible information easily available, most on Substack.  Some of my reliable sources: Minnesota Star Tribune, Heather Cox Richardson, Joyce Vance, Tim Snyder, Robert Reich, Paul Krugman, Ruth ben Ghiat, Doug Muder’s Weekly Sift, Garrison Keillor and many more.  Prof. Richardson is always on point and almost daily.
3 replies
  1. Norman Hanson
    Norman Hanson says:

    Ah yes, the hangman aka Project 25 aka the coup that the voters made darn clean in 2024 that they wanted to see happen in the US including changing from the rule of law, the Constitution and democracy to an oligarchy let autocracy, a change that continues unabated with no opposition from Congress or the SCOTUS. Absolutely none what-so-ever!! and then again, that is exactly what the votes made clear that is what they wanted to see happen with the election of heh man child who would be king…so no surprise there!

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